Despite the heat in her face, it felt as if cold needles of ice were running up and down her veins. "What are you doing here?" He drew back slightly, looking disappointed. "That isn't really an answer to my question, you know. I was expecting more of a "Hallelujah Chorus.' I mean, it's not every day your boyfriend comes back from the dead." "I already knew you weren't dead." She spoke through numb lips. "I saw you in the library. With--" "Colonel Mustard?" "Sebastian.
Cassandra ClareIt was like a dam of musical critique had broken. Imasu turned on him with eyes that flashed instead of shining. "It is worse than you can possibly imagine! When you play, all of my mother's flowers lose the will to live and expire on the instant. The quinoa has no flavour now. The llamas are migrating because of your music, and llamas are not a migratory animal. The children now believe there is a sickly monster, half horse and half large mournful chicken, that lives in tha lake and calls out to the world to grant it the sweet release of death.
Cassandra ClareItโs me,โ he said, and cleared his throat. โI could understand if you didnโt believe me, but I swear on the Angel, Iz, itโs me.โ Alec said nothing, but his grip on Jaceโs hand tightened. โYou donโt need to swear,โ he said, and with his free hand touched the parabatai rune near his collarbone. โI know. I can feel it. I donโt feel like Iโm missing a part of me anymore.โ โI felt it too.โ Jace took a ragged breath. โSomething missing. I felt it, even with Sebastian, but I didnโt know what it was I was missing. But it was you. My parabatai.
Cassandra Clare